This was a casual move that any couple could have exchanged, and it wasn’twhathad transpired that had thrown me off, but more the comfort in how it had been executed, as well as the couple that had shared it.
“Autumn?”
“Yes, sugar?”
“Look in there, in the back, on the right. What do you see?”
Her gasp was all I needed to hear. The Nav’s patch on theback of the man’s cut was as clear as Rosie’s face.
“We need to get back home,” I said, steering her toward the van. I hated to cut our little shopping trip short, but this mess suddenly took precedence. “Flowers next week?”
Autumn nodded in agreement before glancing back into the coffee shop one last time.
“Jesus Christ,” she muttered under her breath, taking over to guide me back to Deeks.
She could say that again.